It was only the afternoon before he died, gentlemen, that the deed was signed." "Where did he keep his keys ?" asked Mr.Bitterworth.
"In the little table-drawer at his elbow, sir.

The first day he took to his bed, he wanted his keys, and I got them out of his dressing-gown pocket for him.

'You needn't put them back,' he says to me; 'let them stop inside this little drawer.' And there they stayed till he died, when I gave them up to Mr.Lionel." "You must have allowed somebody to get into the room, Mrs.Tynn," said Dr.West.
"I never was away from the room above two minutes at a time, sir," was the woman's reply, "and then either Mr.Lionel or Tynn would be with him.

But, if any of 'em did come in, it's not possible they'd get picking at the master's desk to take out a paper.

What good would the paper do any of the servants ?" Mrs.Tynn's question was a pertinent one.